"TRAFFIC"
 

Yo.... candy for ears, the blood is as sweet
A band of my peers, buddied up and flooded the street
Muddy, we handled fears, doin dirt in the rain
With me an Abuse in camo our candle's certainly flame
We stringin up cowards, The Council known to riddle ya jaw
bitches leanin like the tower up in Italy brah
You kiddin me ha, I'm laughin while I'm cockin the thang
Stockin the dank, we mockin you like Opera dames
From Jada to Kiss, I stated that I hated to diss
A lady'll miss, me walkin' less I plated my wrist
With a, mission to kill,The Council=the defi-nition of ill,
The vision'll wilt, till missionairs kiss on the pill
We wishin you gone, large-mouth, fish in the pond
I'm reading ya WORDS, and now I see the bitch in the BOND

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upin this bitch